• I live here on the edge of reason. My mind sees only thoughts nonsensical. The March Hare, The Mad Hatter, they call me to jump the fence. To join them in their games. I want to follow, but the voice of reality calls to me, like a chain around my neck. So I stay here on the edge of reason, barking on my chain. They're having tea again, the Hatter and the Hare. I hear them laugh, giggle, and guffaw and I yank on the chain of reality. Why must the Hatter and Hare tempt me so? I feel reality pulling me back, but I fight towards the happy sounds. I gnaw on the chain, I find a weak point, and I break it. I run to the sounds of the Hatter and the Hare. Seated with them are the ones to broke their chain before me, seated in macabre poses of a lovely mad tea party. The Hatter greets me, "Would you like some tea my dear? You're just in time." He gestures to the last chair at the table, and I try to back away, but the Hare pushes me forward and into the chair. A cup of tea is thrust before me, and I drink it, falling completely into madness. Unaware of what is to become of me. A macabre doll at a tea party of insanity.